Fiorella woke up feeling good this morning. She even sang "My best to you this morning" to Husband from the upper landing, which is a miracle because of the wake-up frog which usually prohibits her from even croaking decently right after arising.
There's nothing like a good night's sleep. Handel wrote a charming song about it, which Fiorella, in her salad days, sang beautifully, if she dares say so herself.
O Sleep, why dost thou leave me?
Why they visionary joys remove?
O Sleep, again deceive me,
To my arms restore my wandering love.
Not that Fiorella is bereft of love, but she is sometimes bereft of sleep, and a good night of sleep presages a day of energy, activity, and accomplishment.
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